The darkness of the room enveloped the pair like a burial shroud snug as it clung around them. Kamara gazed back at her through the darkness as she spoke to him, his head shaking back and forth in the darkness and while she was unable to make out his features at this close range she could see the movements.

"Nope, nothing special about my lips but I'm glad that you like. It's a pity that your still not cold though." His eyes drifted as he looked at the dark shapes in the room then back at her. "What are you worried about? If there was someone here a light would be on, or we'd hear them it's not like Jason Voorhees is standing in the dark on the off chance someone wants to come here tonight, yup, Jason, just standing there jacking off in the dark. A pity to bother him too and get us killed for our troubles."

As if teased by an older brother, my elbow jabbed into Kamara’s side. More of a love tap then a real attempt to hurt him. The giggle that escaped my pinched lips sounded as loud as a full out belly laugh as it echoed the lower chamber. Instantly, I grasped my own mouth hoping that would correct my out burst and rewind the clock. But it didn’t turn back the hands of time. Sadly, I was right about the sounds I thought I heard, there was someone or something in this hidden dark room. Without warning, I felt my feet fly out from under me. Supported only be the faint grip of our hands, the mere air beneath me was not enough to keep me from hitting the ground hard.

My lips no longer hesitant to disturb this place, my screams bounced off the walls like a boomerang. I had given up on trying to keep silent, “who is there?” I yelled. “Why did you knock me down?” I could feel a coiling of something attempting to wrap around my ankles despite my kicking feet, then the noose tightened and I was being dragged towards the corner on the other side of the room.

Heavy breaths filled what seemed like hours, as I clutched the floor, and grasped for Kamara with both hands. “Oh my God Kamara! What has me, I can’t see a thing? Can you see it?” I yelled panicked. Like a rollercoaster ride, my emotions were up then down, jerked violently at each turn.

Indeed there was something hidden by the darkness, watching the pair as they entered, reamining silent for the moment as she gave voice to her suspicions. But from that dark corner of the room stretched the sinews of a tentacles, watching her, gauging the distance then coiling about a leg and pulling sending the woman crashing to the floor. It did her no good clawing at the floor. He was much stronger than her and while she had Kamara's assistance he was able to reel the pair closer to him.

The door slamming shut from his telekinesis.

No, Jason but you'd probably be better off if it were. It is not often that I have individuals blithly wandering into my clutches like this.

The words resounded in her mind telepathically as she was dragged closer to it despite Kamara's efforts to assist her.

I still couldn’t see it’s full size, but only something of great mass would be this powerful, according to my imagination at least. Even though my nails dug deep into his warm flesh, our clasped hands and adrenaline filled strength were futile weapons against the creature that had hold of me. My gown was now wrenched up to my waist. Tearing sounds echoed through the darkness as parts of the delicate fabric twisted around me and caught on splinters of the wood floor.

Within seconds there were coiling tendrils moving freely to blanket my body. I released Kamara, instinctively pulling my hands away from him to stop the spread of this plague. But the groping limbs of this monster were enveloping me quickly, covering my thighs, hips, stomach, then the squeezing moved up to my breasts, and it seemed to be purposefully snagging my nipples to make them erect.

“NO-N-NO!!” I yelled, as my feet left the floor. Soon my thighs were off the ground, and my feet began to part. I tensed when the musky damp air grazed across my exposed sex, as if there were an open invitation. Powerful tentacles clenched tighter to my ankles distorting my flesh to support my weight. The pain forced out moans with each lift, until I was suspended completely, my face inches from the floor.

As the creature took over my body, panic took over my mind, and I began to scream.

Tentacles slithered over her wet flesh, her protesting screams did nothing to dissuade them. In the darkness Kamara was seized by gripping tentacles too, powerful appendages secured the pair as her breasts were squeezed and contracted Aegir's mind pressed into her own, absorbing her surface thoughts as other tentacles worked on shreading her garments, the tip of a tentacle brushing up and down the slit of her sex menacingly while another pressed to the button of her clit rocking over it in slow circles.

She could hear Kamara nearby struggling for his freedom against his restraints and heard the familiar shredding of his clothing.

So unusal to be stumbled upon, let's have a little fun ... The words pressing into her mind telepathically as she could fell fingers grasping one of her ass cheeks and the press of the tentacle on her clit hardening as she was pulled forward, the one on the slit of her sex though recoiled a bit, it's touch still light upon her.

My clit twitched as it hardened in response to the gentile strokes. I hated that my body was reacting without my permission as he toyed with me. Flinched muscles and gasps of air were my reactions to the creature’s exploration of my nether lips, teasing and pressing on my opening.

Time seemed to slow as I heard thoughts that were not my own. Taunting words of “having fun”. Was this all part of a game? I wondered. Then it stopped and I could again hear Kamara’s strained breaths in sync with my own. The slithering appendages and the creaking wood echoed softly as the boat rocked all around us.

In this momentary pause, I burst out, “What do you W-want with us?” Clearly we were in the presence of a sentient being. The thought of him having actual motives other then survival frightened me even more. I struggled to pull myself free from his grip, but it was useless. “Y-you have – to – let us – G-go!” I yelled.

…and my lips moved bringing a mumbled translation into my dorm room as my fitful dream seeped into reality.

While in the dorm room a single appendage had slipped beneath her sheets stroking softly between her legs as it brushed up and down on the insides of her thights.

But it the dream tentacles were seizing her tightly, growing more constricting as she struggled against them but they seemed to be enjoying themselves as they stroked over her nether lips softly and coiled around the mounds of her breasts.

Her pleas did not go unheard, there was something attached to those tentacles after all.

Let you go? Why would I do such a thing? But perhaps a deal can be arranged ... perhaps. What can you do for me?

Controlling the dream it was easy for Aegir to press into the "mind" of the illusion of Kamara, heightening his own arousal, causing the blood to pulse through him engorging his length before he dumped him atop her. Tentacles secured around his forearms and legs as his meat poked at her stomach, then lower still as his body was dragged towards him little by little, letting her feel the stiffness moving against her, then the tip virtually at her own entrance as Aegir played with the pleasure centers of her brain, dialing it up a little.

“Do For YOU?” I blurted out, more outraged at being held captive, then ready to cut a deal. I had no idea what his intentions were for Kamara until I felt him tactically positioned on top of me. I could feel him trying to fight the restraint of the beast, but I could also feel his arousal. Suddenly I knew what he was planning. “Not like this”, I thought. I did hope that Kamara and I would be intimate, but not like this, not like this for our first time together. I began to struggle even more to get free, and the bonds holding me seemed to become even tighter.

Kamara’s erect member was in position, grazing the base of my nether lips, right where the monster has positioned him, and I could feel my walls moistening, lubricating for his entrance. “NO! Stop this! YOU CAN”T DO THIS!” I yelled.

I was getting wetter and wetter in my bed as well. My panties becoming soaked as the undetected tentacle toyed with me, as I lie so close to my sleeping cousin. I might not have awakened her yet, but surely my restlessness would wake her up soon.

Aegir continued to monitor her unconcerned if her cousin woke or not. He would deal with that when and if that did happen but for the time being his tentacle was pressing inside her deeper, circling the interior of her folds while in the dream she could here his thoughts pressing into her head after she struggled against the restraints, his limbs, that held her secure.

Oh? I can't ... well I suppose I should stop then ...

Her wet muscles were ready to receive Kamara as his body was telekinetically pressed down against her, their chests smacking together, the veins in his arms bulging as he tried to resist being pushed forward to no avail but a moment later she could feel the tip of his shaft lightly penetrate her, then a moment later the rest of him followed as he pressed completely inside her and was held there against her.

There in that dark space my head became completely silent. I couldn't hear the struggling, I couldn't hear the creaking of the ship's wood planks beneath the heavy weight of it's passengers. Kamara was inside of me now. The moment I had hoped would come, was here. The moment I had hoped would be romantic and special, was not. His size pushed passed the never before breeched passage, stretching my virginal walls against my will. The unexpected pain so deep inside me scared me even more then the restrainsts.

"What have you done?" I demanded with tears welling up to catch the refection of any hint of light in this dungion. I was ashamed as if I had done something to deserve this treatment. I was already moarning the fantasy of the perfect first time with Kamara. What I would never come to find out is that it would have not been so magical. That it would have hurt anyways. The drops of blood that were seeping out of my filled passage would have still found their way down my pink lips.

I began to struggled again after a moment or two of pure submission, determined now with only half hearted efforts. I thought for sure my life was all but lost in this one second of events.

Giving you what you wanted ... Came the answer in her head. At the same time her mind was altered, certain pathways and neurons were closed down while others were turned on. Pain was diminished, then negated completely as arousal centers were stimulated.

For a long moment Kamara didn't move though once she began struggling once more Kamara moved again plunging straight down into her with a groan despite his efforts to keep still Kamara was pushed down into her embedding her with his throbbing staff as the tentacles moved him against her.

In the dorm room, however, it was a lone tentacle beneath the bed sheets that was playing with her body brushing over her clit once it slithered inside her panties.

The thrust of Kamara's thick member was more then I could take. My mind was processing the concepts of the monster's forced thoughts and all of the sudden my body exploded with unrestrained pleasure. My muscles no longer tensed as a reaction to my bondage. Now they tensed with orgasmic spasms as my walls flexed and tightened around Kamara's phallus. My climactic juices coated my insides lubricating his next pump into me, and my voice bellowed again in the mist of the ship's torture chamber. Passionate, gutteral grunts and growns melted off my parted lips, and my only desire was to give in to this new feeling. "Ooohhh my Love" , I repeated, as if we were actually making love.



No where in my mind did the thoughts of my escaping this creature linger, not in my real life nor in my very real dreams. I lay ensnared under the sheets of my cosey bed, while my tiny clit throbbed and my slumbered arousal dripped down my lips to the tentacle breeching the fabric of my panties.

Aegir concentrated on the "illusion" of the dream with the barest portion of a segment of his mind. Kamara groaned in answer to her cries as his body was repeatedly lifted and pressed down against hers, only a bare moment after her own release could she feel the injection of heat into her tight passage as he ruptured into it, her bond limbs feeling relaxed almost immediately in that after math as the darkness morphed and changed about her, just like a dream it was tough to track just how one moved from point A to B but now she could feel her back pressed to the soft down of a mattress beneath her rather than a hard wood floor.

Kamara was at her side, gone where the restraining tentacles though now she could fel a hand breezing against her side beneath the sheets.

"... I love you ..." she could hear Kamara saying as he leaned forward, his lips pressing lightly against her own after saying so.

Any of the mental agony of the attack had vanished, and although I might recall the nightmarish dream upon the morning light, I had no memory of the event at this moment. All I knew now was that I was nervous, but secure in the arms of my lover ... to be, "I love you too..." my lips replied without hesitation. My finger tips found the side of his tender face as our lips met again and again, my body temperature slowly rising to meet my excitement.

"Are you sure we should do this?" I softly asked. It would be my first time, and I was unsure how this might change everything between us. I looked to him for the unknown answers to the sight into our future, as our bare legs grazed one another like cricket legs to make a symphony. The sheer fabric creating soft puffs of air to flow over our bodies moving in sync, together, still side by side at the hip, and I turned my torso twisting towards him pressing my full breasts between us.

I don't know if I really expected an answer to the impossible question, but I looked up to his eyes in silence unable to make the first move.

A finger was pressed to her lips to silence her as he gazed at her, nodding just a little as he did. His eyes tweakling as he did so as he moved over her better positioning himself against her as the fingers of one hand cradled her breast.

The warmth of his fingers slid against her as his head bent down allowing his mouth to cup her other breast as his tongue slid against it, lavishing her nipple as it flowed in small circles in time with the caress of his fingers against the fullness of her other breast.

His mouth lifted off the orb to once again touch to her lips as she felt the swollen portions of his body against the softness of her belly, sliding lower as he sought to position himself against her. Once he had done so though he paused, throbbing against her, then giving a little push as he sank inside her as their hips joined together.